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Friday, April 17, 2009

old dreams

In the darker place
where women write poems
and the scourge of life
rebounds against the psyche
I dwell for a moon
or two
and dig up old dreams
roughed up in the toil
of love poems looking like
so much sap
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2 comments:

  1. Melissa ;-)April 18, 2009

    Your writing seems like it would be so cathartic for you. Thank you for sharing something so personal.

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  2. Barbara/myth makerApril 18, 2009

    I appreciate your comments, Ardea. Thank you for visiting, too!

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